Oh, also: More Sex is Safer Sex: The Unconventional Wisdom of Economics was good, but not great. I checked out Tim Harford’s The Undercover Economist: Exposing Why the Rich Are Rich, the Poor Are Poor–and Why You Can Never Buy a Decent Used Car! at the same time and I’m now a couple of chapters in; I’m enjoying it more.

No, I do not know why I’m suddenly reading so many books about economics.

Apparently, Memorial Day is the day where I get nuts with text messaging. I used to think that there was no way anyone could buzz through 500 text messages in a month unless they only socialized through txt. I do not believe this any more.

I am quite happy right now– often, this is not the case when Ladybug leaves town. I am genuinely excited about the friends I have spent time with this weekend, and feel a productive streak coming. I spent part of the afternoon revising after MP and I made books. I think I will spend much of the week creating… though some of that creating will probably take the shape of work stuff. That’s OK. I like what I do there, too. After a long conversation with AL tonight, I am reminded of how lucky I am to enjoy what I do, all of it.

But someone shoot me if I commit to another month of microfic in June. I have considered it. I really have. I need to write to Emma right away. She could dissuade me.

Books are made. Well, five of them. But more will get made on another day. Perhaps a day soon. It was an excellent learning experience, and I’m even more in awe of some of the spectacular handmade books that I’ve picked up here and there.

Any last-minute suggestions for some excellent feminist poetry? Left to my own devices, I will merely suggest things I like, whether or not someone has called them feminist before.